Len is a first year student at N. Y. A. A, an academy for artists, whether it's performing arts or visual arts. It's basically a boarding school, but a little more pleasant. While Len is "enjoying" his student days, he happens to fall in love with a cute senior named Kaito.

Rin has been having an under conflict. She thinks that Miku would never like her back, so she tries to suppress them. That doesn't help. (Wrote this for a friend's birthday!)

Too lazy to write a description. Just read it. ~YAOI WARNING~

"Bright purple eyes, porcelain skin, hella great eyeliner... and that's just her face. She has her hoodie flipped up, just like me, though hers has little ears on it. She's wearing a black sweater and gray sweats, as well as boots with small heels. I'm in love."

This was the world they lived in. A world where a glowing chest meant you've found the person you're destined to be with until the end of time... That you'd both always be in love with each other... Unless, of course, if you're Len Kagamine and Kaito Shion.

A collection of Len and Kaito lemons, fluff, or just general one shots.

Len gets dragged to a night club by his best friend, Gumi, and ends up performing. A video of his performance is posted online and he's visited by a strange man the next day, who asks him to pretend to be the new rising star, Kagamine Rin. He accepts, but what is he really getting himself into?

I need a life. Anyways, this is the cool kids all hanging out and doing who knows what. Enjoy this piece of trash :) also the first half of these have really bad writing/scripting wise so be warned

Kaito and Len have known each other for years, at moments they've treated each other like brothers but what if Len's feelings had changed? This is my first fanfic, so please don't criticize too hard but I've read plenty so I should be fine! SMUT AND FLUFF WARNING

Flower, one of the few survivors of the Great Anarchy, is taken in by a group of fellow survivors to their home known as The Sanctuary. However, as the tyranny behind the organization begins to unfold, Flower finds herself trapped in a web of fear and uncertainty with almost no hope of escape... "isn't it lovely? all alone? heart made of glass, my mind of stone tear me to pieces, skin to bone hello, welcome home." ((cover image is edited by me, but not mine.))